speak easy

I spoke too soon
Or maybe too late
In the wrong tone
With the wrong face

I spoke out of turn
Or I spoke not a word
My voice is too loud
Unless it’s not heard

I spoke with contempt
Or maybe with joy
Put a smile on my lips
Try not to annoy

I spoke all my hope
Or maybe my fear
Nothing quite right
But still so sincere

I spoke too late
Or maybe too soon
So I speak to myself
In the middle of ruin

~ shygirl

next level

Always in control.
In charge.
Taking His time
Patient and unyielding.
Working and teasing.
A well-oiled machine.
It is swoon-worthy.
But then there are times
He cannot wait
He will not wait
Demanding
Instructing me on all fours
His words
‘I have to fuck you right now’
And just like that
He’s in
And I’m over.
That is next-level.
Bliss.

Happy weekend!

– shygirl